Under His Roof

Rachel has had great success in her career, but in the meantime has inadvertently shunned her friends and family from her life. So she seeks the help of a professional disciplinarian to provide her with ‘motivation’ to be kind.

David, the professional disciplinarian, has given up on trying to have a relationship. He’s not willing to break his self-made protocol and hit on a client, but he’s equally unwilling to have a ‘vanilla’ relationship. He needs to be in charge.

What will happen when the unlikely pair meets?

This is a NOVELLA, not a full length novel. Expect about 30,000 words, or half the length of a typical romance book.

My hands are shaking as I hook my thumbs into the elastic band of my yoga pants. I slide them down over my hips, to my ankles, and kick them to the side.

David is not watching me and I’m grateful for that. He is busy positioning a large, straight-backed chair in the center of the room. Then he turns to me, smiles again, and comes to my side. He’s looking down at me and I’m so small and vulnerable next to him. I can barely hold back my tears. “Time to face the music, Rachel,” he says. He takes my hand and leads me to the chair. When he sits and pats his lap, I look at him like he’s crazy.

“C’mon, sweetie.” He is giving me a caring smile which I know is supposed to put me at ease but it’s impossible. I’m frozen. He grabs hold of my upper arm and gently tugs me until I’m falling, awkwardly, over his knees. “There you are.”

His hand is on my bottom and I’m tense. I place my own hands flat on the wooden floor and move my body a little until I feel like I’m in the right place. He chuckles, lifts my hips, and shifts me until my butt is high in the air.

“Remember that this is for your own good,” he says.

Is he going to start so soon?! I start to panic but he’s holding me firmly in place.

“Rachel, calm yourself down right now.”

I try my best and I can tell he’s giving me time. His hand is still on my behind, waiting patiently.

“Try unclenching your butt cheeks,” he suggests nonchalantly.

What?! I think to myself. I cannot believe David Jacobs, Professional Disciplinarian, has just suggested that I unclench my ass. But I remind myself that this is his thing, this is what he’s good at, and I relax my muscles.

Then his hand is gone for a moment, and the first slap lands on my bottom.

“Oh!” I gasp, though it does not hurt in the slightest.

“See? You’re OK. We’re going slow.”

So I relax. The sensation of being lightly spanked is actually oddly nice. I suspect that he is just making me comfortable before moving on to the second act of the afternoon, and I try to stay in the moment and enjoy the feeling. But then I scold myself. David is a professional. It wouldn’t be fair to him to be turned on by this. Still, I can’t help the tingling sensation that is building inside me.

He pauses for a moment. “You’re relaxed now. Feeling all right?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good.”

Then it begins again, and he’s slapping a little harder now, stinging my bottom with each spank. It still is not horribly painful but it is beginning to hurt and I wiggle a little as I adjust to the sensations.

He spanks slowly, but steadily, alternating between each cheek so I know just what is coming next. And he is increasing the intensity a bit at a time, barely enough for me to realize what he is doing. I’m starting to appreciate that this guy really is a professional.

“Ouch!” I gasp after one stinging spank.

He tightens his grip on my waist and delivers another.

“Oh!”

And now he is really spanking me! It isn’t unbearable but it hurts, it hurts so much that I want to jump out of his lap! But I stay still, my hands firmly planted on the floor. Each slap stings my skin. It’s so much different now than the light slaps and I’m squirming, but he’s holding me tight. He’s started to land the spanks randomly, sometimes hitting the same place three or four times in a row before hitting somewhere else.

“Ouch! Oh! Please!”

My legs are kicking now, just a little, making my bottom dance as I try to shake the pain out of me. He is relentless and I think he may have forgotten I’m a beginner. After what feels like ages he pauses for a moment, planting his hand right back on my behind, reminding me that we aren’t done.